The Company Christmas Party

Story by GingerM

Here's another story I wrote as a gift for GentlemanPlayer on FurAffinity. I particularly wanted to post this one as it's futa on male, but also male on futa. Both of them get their rocks off and have a good time doing it :)

Cameo appearances from GP's characters Carerra and Watamaraka; also Vipra, Purgy and Audrey.

The Company Christmas Party

For all that Miss Vipra was a demonic being determined to undermine, conquer or otherwise enslave the world, she wasn't insensitive to the customs of business or the needs of her employees. So it was that every year, she provided a staff Christmas party at which copious amounts of food and drink were laid on, entirely at company expense. She was very well aware of the old saw about the kine that tread the grain; if she gave them little perks like this from time to time, she knew their productivity would be increased and her grand plan would move forward the more swiftly.

This year's party certainly seemed to be a raging success so far; people were talking and drinking and laughing and eating and (in a couple of offices) fucking. There were the usual familiar faces present, and the usual ones missing, too. Miss Vipra had been there earlier, but was now gone and so were Carrera and Purgy, which meant Vipra was having her way with them in her office; he'd just seen Watamaraka dragging Audrey into her office, not that Audrey was protesting. Kyrell looked at his watch, debating whether he was going to stay much longer. Then he did a double-take; there was a new face in the crowd. Had a new employee been taken on?

He liked what he saw. Tall for a woman, but not as tall as him; two equine ears protruding through a tousled mop of collar-length auburn hair; a pair of laughing green eyes set in a chestnut-furred, heart-shaped face; a generous, chocolate-dark pair of lips that seemed just made for kissing... she was stacked, too, he saw; those boobs had to be D-cups at least and stood out firm and proud on her chest, filling out her shirt. The shirt belonged to FedEx; so she had just happened to make a delivery when the party got started, and stayed on. The shirt's sleeves were rolled up, revealing graceful yet muscular arms, and then she turned and he gave a low whistle, despite himself. Her uniform shorts seemed to have been sprayed on, and he was pretty sure he was looking at one of the top three finalists for Most Perfect Ass Ever. An auburn tail poked through a buttoned-down flap, the fine, silky strands swishing from side to side and he found himself wondering how tight she'd be. Going by those smooth, shifting buns, very tight, and he growled softly to himself.

He had to have her. More, he had to proclaim to the world that he'd had her, and being the IT manager meant he had the means, too. The employees of the company didn't know it, but Kyrell had complete control over their PCs (well, except for Miss Vipra's; he wasn't about to test his luck that far - yet). That included their web cams. He stepped into his office for a moment, quickly bringing up the override software and put the mail room PC cam on standby. Now he could trigger it with the penlight he always carried for working on the staff's computers.

Back in the office bullpen area, he moved smoothly through the assembled employees toward her, his feline heritage letting him weave through the crowd with easy grace. Good, she wasn't "with" anyone yet; she was chatting and laughing easily with a few others by the water cooler, which was dispensing Mike's Hard Lemonade for the occasion. "Hi!" he greeted her, raising his voice to be heard above the crowd.

"Hey, how're you?" she replied, displaying a dazzling smile. She gave him a look that was disconcertingly direct, not in the least put off her stride by the fact he was easily half a foot taller than her. Those green eyes slid up to meet his brown-orange ones set in his red-and-silver-furred feline face, taking in the shock of unruly silver hair, the twitching ears, then back down, over his broad chest, and her smile widened. "I'm Rhiannon," she added.

He chuckled softly. "You came about a package, I think?" he said, and she caught the double entendre.

"A pick-up," she replied saucily with a toss of her head.

"Come on, then," he nodded in the direction of the mail room. "It should be in there." She nodded and turned, and he took the opportunity in the press of the crowd to grab a quick feel. God, that ass was perfect - firm, well-muscled with just the right amount of padding. And there was no mistaking her willingness; he felt her push back against his soft-furred hand, and he felt himsel

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